Jackson is seriously fast. He's pretty small, but super speedy. This is why he excels in football; he can just flat out run past anyone else on the field - or while on defense, given enough room he can catch up to just about anybody. In basketball, Brad just got him more interested in the flow of the game by equating a fast break to a race and well Jackson hasn't lost sight of his 'man' since. At the end of soccer practice they run laps around the field and during the eight laps they'd run he'd lap half of the team (more than once for a few of them) and then just keep running the laps until the last kid finished the original quantity.
Starting in third grade at his school they have an annual race called the "little toot run" which is a mile long. Last year when he was in second grade they had a practice race of the same distance and he came in second and he's still very, very unhappy about that. When they had to postpone the race this year from the fall to the spring due to weather he was beside himself annoyed. He wants to redeem himself. He NEEDS to redeem himself. He regularly says to me... "hey mom, is it okay if I go for a jog around the neighborhood?" Uh.. sure honey. That's a great idea. (insane child) Really he jogs around the neighborhood so he'll be ready for the distance of the Little Toot Run. (as a side note - if that boy doesn't win this race in April, he's going to be impossible to live with)
This little story about my very fast boy is just background to our latest .... um.... "issue" with him.
It all started when Brad told him he had to brush his teeth. Certainly, I fully understand how unreasonable such a request is, but still Brad's a stickler about such things and tell him he did. Jackson did not react well to this and much dramatic bellowing ensued. Once the teeth incident was behind them Brad had the nerve to remind Jack that he had to go to Teddy's basketball game since I was at work. Well this was more than one little boy could possible handle so he did what any dramatic and fast little boy would do. He opened the door and ran.
Yup. Ran.
At top speed.
Away from the house.
It all started when Brad told him he had to brush his teeth. Certainly, I fully understand how unreasonable such a request is, but still Brad's a stickler about such things and tell him he did. Jackson did not react well to this and much dramatic bellowing ensued. Once the teeth incident was behind them Brad had the nerve to remind Jack that he had to go to Teddy's basketball game since I was at work. Well this was more than one little boy could possible handle so he did what any dramatic and fast little boy would do. He opened the door and ran.
Yup. Ran.
At top speed.
Away from the house.
Brad finished getting the basketball stuff together and packed Teddy in the car in search of Jackson. He found him down one of the cul-de-sacs and told him to get in the car. Jackson thought about it, but then turned and ran.
Yup. Ran.
At top speed.
Away from his father who was out looking for him. (CAN YOU IMAGINE???)
Brad drove to the next cul-de-sac and parked. He sent Teddy in one direction and he went in another. Eventually Brad found him and I'm sure expressed his displeasure and explained to him how things were going to be and told him to get in the car. You guessed it...
He ran.
At top speed.
Away from his father - who was standing right there in front of him.
Well, this time Brad gave chase and managed to catch him. (Not that Brad isn't fast, but I'm thinking all that running must have tired Jackson out.) He managed to haul his little butt into the car and get Teddy to the game before tip off.
So far.... he's still alive.
Camela
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Jackson is fast, but I am determined. When he saw I was not going to give up, he stopped running.
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